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I know it’s been quite awhile since I last posted (before surgery, actually), and I’ve been pretty busy since. I unfortunately developed some complications in my legs after the top surgery and was in the hospital for much longer than previously anticipated, but I’m finally starting to get back on track. Check out the below video for a brief update! (Also, I’ll be posting pictures soon!)

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Yesterday marked my second (month) anniversary with T. It’s been exciting so far, especially as I’ve seen the most changes in the past two weeks. Check out the below video to hear about some of those (and hear how my voice has definitely, albeit barely, dropped) and see how my endocrinologist appointment went. (Cliff notes version: it wasn’t the greatest, but I got clearance for surgery.)

(Again, the first ten seconds or so are odd but I still don’t know how to fix that. If anybody does, email me, please!)

I shaved this past weekend. Not a full shave yet, but still a shave to the point where I was dragging blades across my tender face. I really wasn’t planning to shave this soon into my transition (I’ve only been on testosterone for 6 weeks), but I didn’t have a choice, really. I was chatting with a coworker this past Friday and she happened to mention that she could see my mustache. At first, I thought it was pretty cool as it meant my T was definitely working! Yet then I thought back to the people I had conversations with earlier in the day (my boss, her boss, and others) and realized that I was mortified…what if they has seen my mustache too?! I then decided that the dark hair just had to go. Keep reading

Be “warned”—for better or for worse, this is one of my more jocular posts. I’ve been having a minor dilemma lately. About what, you ask? See the title of this post: eyebrows. Seemingly random, I know. But let me explain. Most people have these little patches of hairs above their eyes, and they’re considered a pretty mundane, normal, and necessary thing. I’ve always been a bit obsessive about my eyebrows, plucking here and there until I deemed no hair was out of place. They were never something I thought about in relation to transitioning, and once I decided to start transitioning, I started to try to butch them up a bit. You know, so they didn’t look quite like this anymore:

It wasn’t until my mom made a comment about my eyebrows a few months ago that I realized I probably needed to pay some attention to them during my transition. When I first came out to her with my decision to transition, I remember her clearly exclaiming over the phone, “But you have girl eyebrows!” I laughed and shook my head, surprised that that was what first popped into her head. As if I would look in the mirror, realize that I have “girl eyebrows” and think, “oh my god, I can’t transition now!” I figured that I would just let them grow into a less groomed, more manly state, and if the current shape of my eyebrows is one of my bigger transition-related concerns, then my transition will be a piece of cake. Keep reading